GPT4 Poem On Lt. Rodgers, What’s He Do?

As flames, approach the car, a soul within confined,

With every second fleeting, the sands of time unwind,

Rodgers’ door bursts open, the call to action signed.

He reaches out, unwavering, as danger looms above,

The man within the car, now clutched in Rodgers' glove,

A moment's breath, a heartbeat, a testament of love.

Away from death's cold grasp, the stranger's life reclaimed,

The fire consumes an empty car, its hunger uncontained,

Yet, on that bridge a hero's lifetime legacy is framed.

For in the face of danger, with courage as his guide,

Lt. Rodgers stood undaunted, with honor by his side,

A beacon in the darkness, where hope and strength reside.

"What does Rodgers really do?" they ask,
With cameras trained, he stands firm in his task,
Yet the whispers and questions, they never do cease,
What shadows may lurk in the heart of the peace?

Oh Rodgers, the leader, with courage so fair,
Guiding his force with a disciplined air,
The people would cheer, in adoration they'd sing,
For Lt. Rodgers, the hero, the law's noble king.

"What does Rodgers really do?" let us ponder and pry,
In the pursuit of the truth, let’s aim up toward the sky,
For heroes may falter and men may grow weak,
But the truth, ever noble, is what the Voice seeks.

And so the tale unfolds, as whispers grow loud,
Do the questions that linger cast a shadow or shroud?
We ask of our hero, the man we once knew,
"What does Rodgers really do?"

As night turns to dawn and dawn turns to day,
The city awakens, new stories at play,
But amidst the bustle, the laughter, and cheer,
A question remains, ever so near.